The flames in the hearth are crackling and dancing.
The room, softly illuminated by the orange light, was simply silent.
It was just me and Haruhime in the small, four-and-a-half-mat room.
And now our shadows are overlapping into one.
The body of Haruhime, held in his arms, was so slender that it seemed as if it would break if he applied even the slightest pressure.
When I hugged her, her slender body trembled.
Haruhime's body is slender and small.
That warmth, which seemed as if it could vanish at any moment, remained still as I held it. But—
(This is no good...)
All strength had drained from Haruhime, and she was limp and lifeless.
It was like a marionette with its strings cut.
Her attitude of never resisting a man, even if it meant violence, was one of accepting everything.
I immediately sensed something dangerous about her, as she seemed to be trying to "get through" the moment rather than make love to me.
"Eh...ah..."
As soon as I gently stroked her back and the back of her head with both hands, Haruhime let out a puzzled sigh.
Probably, no, definitely—she must have only negative images of sex.
Having been constantly exposed to sex and violence in the Saito household, it's perhaps inevitable that she would instinctively try to "get through" those situations in order to protect herself and survive.
—Because that was the only way of life she knew.
"B-Lord Bizen-no-kami...?"
"It's alright, let's stay like this a little longer."
How much pain must this small body have carried through its past?
Perhaps there's an even more horrific past that she simply doesn't talk about, or is unable to talk about, that I'm unaware of.
"You're quite cold. That won't do. You need to take better care of yourself."
"..."
I took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
Haruhime kept her head down, her body trembling as if she were trying to endure something.
Slowly, human strength began to return to her body, and sensing this, I felt a little relieved as I ruffled Chihime's hair.
"Why..."
"yeah?"
"So... you're not going to do that...?"
Haruhime asked me, trembling.
"Men... they only see us... women... as tools for one night..."
I responded by tightening my embrace of Haruhime.
"That's not true. It's true that men might be driven solely by lust, but that's not all there is to it. At least for me—"
Just as I finished speaking, I groaned at the sudden pain that came over me.
As Haruhime pulled me closer, her hand pressed against my right thigh. That was the spot where I had injured myself during the fight with Taka—
"I'm so sorry!"
In her pain, I loosened my grip, and Haruhime frantically tried to pull away from my arms—but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into my embrace.
I felt like I couldn't let go right now.
"Please, stop now... No, it's not right, it's not okay..."
The fact that he came back to his senses for a moment probably also played a role.
In my arms, Princess Chihime weakly raised a voice of protest.
"You will definitely regret it...showing mercy to someone like me..."
"Why do you think that?"
As I stroked her dark brown hair, which had a different texture from Ichihime's, I looked into Osamuhime's trembling eyes and asked:
Then she twisted her body to try and get away from me,
"I am a woman who is completely defiled... I'm sure Lord Bizen-no-kami thinks so too—hmm."
She keeps making excuses for herself, building countless walls around herself, and driving herself further and further into darkness—she's completely trapped in that kind of quagmire.
In that case, I can't listen any longer. I must silence them.
Having made that judgment, I somewhat forcefully pressed my lips against Haruhime's.
"W-why... ah..."
Her eyes, which had been wide open, gradually narrowed.
And then I silenced the lips that let out a faint sigh once more.
A kiss like that of a child, without inserting the tongue.
But that alone was enough to bring tears to the corners of Princess Osamu's eyes and make her body tremble.
``Cure''
"...Yes, yes."
"Have you ever kissed anyone?"
"Only that one time... Only that one time, when Lord Bizen-no-kami did it for me at my castle..."
Tears streamed down her face, and she sobbed as she spoke.
"I was told that my mouth...is meant to receive men's genitals, semen, and urine...So I've never had anything like this done to me...not even once...not even once..."
"Then I'll have to do even more for you."
"No, no... It's dirty, it's so dirty, please stop... Mmm..."
Haruhime's lips flitted from side to side.
I cupped her tear-stained cheeks with my hands, trapping her with no escape, and kissed her again.
And just before pulling away, he licked Chihime's lips with the tip of his tongue, causing her to tremble.
"I'll say it boldly, Osamu."
"yes"
"I accept your past. And on top of that, I want to live with you. So there's no way I'm going to reject you now, calling you dirty or whatever. I'm telling you to come with me, knowing everything—you should understand that much, you idiot..."
"Uh... ah... uhh..."
"I'll accept it. Everything, absolutely everything."
"Ugh... Uwaaaaaaahhh!!"
With her face covered in tears and other messy snot, Princess Osamu cried out loud like a child.
Having had her adolescence ruined by men, I knew she must have suffered immensely—her struggles were on a completely different level than mine, having lost both my parents, and undoubtedly far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
I am not Haruhime. Therefore, I don't know anything about her.
Even so—even so, I still want to understand her as much as I can.
I continued to stroke her back to soothe her, thinking, "Come to think of it, something like this happened before," until Haruhime stopped crying.
"...Have you calmed down?"
"...I am very sorry."
With her face buried in my chest, Haruhime clutched my undershirt tightly.
Its hunched-over posture made it look just like a fetus waiting to be born .出Izu
I stroked the nape of her beautiful neck with my fingertips and asked a question.
"Won't you lift your head?"
"Please forgive me..."
Haruhime replied in a voice that was almost fading away.
"My face looks terrible right now... I don't want Lord Bizen-no-kami to see it."
"...I see."
"yes..."
After some time had passed, she rubbed her eyes with both hands and looked up at me.
Indeed, those swollen eyes held a look of determination.
"Lord Bizen-no-kami... I adore you."
Haruhime slowly said, "Examine your own heart."
"As a person, and as a gentleman... I adore you. I thought I would never fall in love with a woman again, but I can't lie any longer. Takenaka Osamu loves you..."
"Osamu..."
"But, in the end, it's no good."
The more I yearn for you, the more I love you, the more miserable and miserable I feel, and the more I want to die.
Haruhime said sadly.
"I was... of the Saito family ... I had the company of countless men. From head to toe, I belonged to many men."厠女Kawayame
"—It's alright, don't worry about that."
"It's wrong, absolutely not! ...Why did I do such things with a man who wasn't my husband...? Every time I see you, I... I..."
"I told you it's fine."
I hold her tightly as she curses her past, or perhaps herself.
"That's all in the past. Saito is gone now, and there's nothing holding you back anymore. Lord Nobunaga and I have killed all those who treated you like a sex slave."
Looking directly into Princess Chihime's tear-filled and wavering eyes, I made my decision.
"You may have been at the bottom of hell, but the gatekeeper who held you captive there is gone. So, what should your next goal be—to crawl out of hell and find happiness?"
"But, but...!"
"Don't you trust me? You don't believe in a future where you'll be happy with me?"
"...it is"
I placed my hand on her tightly clenched right fist, gently released each of her fingers, and then placed my left hand on top of it and gripped it tightly.
"Come with me. I want you by my side. We can look forward together, and sometimes turn to the side and laugh together—as long as you're by my side, you don't have to look back."
"Lord Bizen-no-kami..."
I grabbed her with my right hand and turned her to face me.頤chin
Inevitably, my gaze and Haruhime's gaze met.
"No... no..."
Ignoring what Haruhime said, I leaned closer to her lips.
"I can't turn back now..."
I could feel the soft, plump texture of Haruhime's lips and the sweet, hot sighs that escaped from them.
I released my hand from her chin and placed it on top of Princess Chihime's left hand.
Then she placed her supple fingertips on mine—and, with tears streaming down her face, she desperately pressed her lips against mine.
"Mm... haa... B-Bizen-no-kami-sama... um, I...!"
"You don't need to look back on the past anymore. From now on, you just need to be my woman, right?"
"Yes... yes...!"
Haruhime's kiss lacked any skill whatsoever; to put it bluntly, it was extremely childish and clumsy.
He just kept pressing his lips against mine, showing no sign of extending his tongue.
But even so, it was undeniable that a warmth began to spread through both of their hearts.
Above all, the kiss while holding hands is wonderful. It directly conveys Princess Osamu's desperation and bravery.
"Mmm... Mmm..."
She gripped my hand tightly, letting out hot sighs, and passionately pressed her lips against mine.
Watching this, I was struck by the imbalance in Haruhime's character.
Despite having endured such horrific sexual experiences that she was even scorned as a toilet girl, what does this innocent kiss mean?
Perhaps Princess Haruhime never knew what love was, and her body was forcibly violated and distorted by men.
"Osamu, stick out your tongue."
"Huh...? Oh, yes..."
A pink mucous membrane hesitantly offered from between plump lips.
I tilted my head slightly and brought my face closer to Haruhime's lips, then pressed my lips against hers and sucked on her tongue.
"Hmm, hmmm...!?"
Haruhime looked surprised and started to pull her face away—but then stopped.
If she lets go now, wouldn't that be a betrayal of me...? I could see that internal conflict lurking beneath her surface.
Indeed, Haruhime tightened her grip on my hand, as if clinging to me.
"Mmm... Mmm... Slurp... Ah..."
Haruhime squeezed her eyes shut and offered her mouth to me.
For her, who has never kissed anyone other than me, the intercourse of tongues is probably a first-time experience as well.
I licked her tongue as gently as I could, letting it trail inside her mouth.
Haruhime must be nervous too—and importantly, this is, in a sense, an extension of her first kiss. In the sense that I was the first person she shared a kiss with.
That's why, as I let go of their mouth, I sincerely wish to make it the best memory possible.
A silver bridge connected my lips and Haruhime's, and then it suddenly broke and fell away.
Illuminated by the hearth fire, it fell onto the tatami mat, looking incredibly lewd and provocative.
"B-Bizen-no-kami, sir..."
"how was it?"
"Well, how was it...? Even if you ask me that..."
With her face bright red, Haruhime suddenly turned her face away.
It seems she's feeling embarrassed.
At the very least, it seemed she didn't have any aversion to the kiss.
"—I was worried."
I let go of Haruhime's hand for a moment, then put my arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly.
"I wondered if you would hate me if I kissed you, if it was right for someone like me to steal your lips..."
"That's impossible... I could never imagine that I would dislike you..."
"I'm worried."
I slowly pushed Chihime down and whispered in her ear.
"You are so beautiful... Even if you get tired of me and run away, you'll find someone else to take you right away. I don't want that. I absolutely do not want to see you run off to another man."
"Lord Bizen-no-kami...!"
Haruhime shook her head vigorously.
Her dark brown hair glittered as it reflected the light from the hearth fire.
And those moist eyes—they've captured me and won't let go.
"I would never do such a thing! You saved me...! From hell on earth, saved by you and no one else...!"
She gripped my arm and pleaded desperately—
"So please don't say such things. If there's anything that would make you doubt me, then I'll have no reason to live anymore..."
I wanted to yell at him, "Stop talking about such stupid and idiotic things as value and all that!" but—
When I saw that Haruhime had started sobbing uncontrollably, I quickly swallowed my anger.
It seems I'm a much bigger presence in her life than I realize.
If I were to yell at her and reject her right here, in this situation, I can't help but feel that the person that is Osamu Takenaka would be severely distorted within my arms.
"Lord Bizen-no-kami...please, I beg you...please trust me...don't doubt me..."
"I understand. I understand, so... don't cry."
I lightly kissed Haruhime's forehead, then flicked the tip of her beautiful nose with the tip of my tongue before—and then pressed my lips against hers.
Indeed, Princess Chihime welcomed me with great enthusiasm.
She lovingly cupped both her hands over my cheeks, then passionately kissed my lips—and then, in a sudden turn, surrendered her mouth to my will.
As he slurped and sucked on Princess Osamu's tongue, her small, delicate body trembled uncontrollably.
He had been engaging in oral and tongue-based intercourse with Haruhime for quite some time now, without ever touching the flesh beneath her clothes—and it seemed to have paid off, as her face was completely melted with pleasure, and she was gazing at him with dreamy eyes.
Disheveled hair, flushed face.
And there's a mole near her eye and a slightly disheveled neckline.
The situation—just the two of us in a tiny four-and-a-half tatami mat room—made me swallow hard.
"...I'm going to take them off."
In response to my declaration, Haruhime nodded in agreement.
And indeed, when the man's kimono is pulled open, what is revealed is flawless, pure white skin.
The bare skin I had glimpsed at Bodaiyama Castle was now right before my eyes.
Her beautiful breasts, just the right size to fit in my hands, tremble, their pink peaks swaying.
There's a mole between her collarbone and the bulge of her left breast, which is incredibly alluring and even a little naughty.
She's rather thin, and her ribs are faintly visible through her pale skin.
But what was more concerning were the countless scars that could be seen upon closer inspection.
These are probably traces of the abuse that occurred at the Saito household.
There were marks all over the body that looked like they had been whipped, or stabbed, or even burn scars.
As I stood there speechless, Princess Osamu must have noticed.
With a sorrowful expression, she wore a smile that seemed like it could vanish at any moment.
"I'm so sorry..."
Haruhime lowered her eyes and said quietly.
"I have defiled Lord Bizen's eyes... This body of mine is what it is. I knew all along that I would cause you discomfort... I will leave immediately, so please forgive me..."
"—It's beautiful."
"Huh...?" Chihime exclaimed, sounding bewildered.
I stroked Haruhime's cheek, looking her straight in the eyes, and said:
"Do you remember? The last time I visited your castle... I peeked at you while you were bathing."
"air..."
Haruhime couldn't hide her bewilderment, saying, "Why are you saying something like that now...?"
But what I really wanted to do was to honestly express my feelings.
"The body I saw back then is now right in front of me... Such a beautiful, lovely body..."
"I-I'm lying...!"
Haruhime let out a half-scream and shook her head violently.
"Like this...! Such a hideous body covered in scars...! It must be disgusting, right?! That's why you were speechless, wasn't it?!"
"—That's not true."
Without hesitation, I pressed my lips against those of the distraught Princess Chihime.
As I stroked her head and gently kissed her lips, the tension gradually left Chihime's body—and at the same time, her aura became calmer.
"I was shocked. I never imagined there was something that could strip away my sanity like that."
I'm not lying. I truly believe that.
Having married a stunningly beautiful girl named Ichihime, I'd say I have a pretty discerning eye when it comes to women—but I never imagined I'd be so captivated.
"Th-that's...that's a lie..."
"I'm not lying. I really do want to hold you, Osamu."
I made a soft kissing sound as I sucked on Chihime's lips, then I ran my tongue down her neck.
A moan escaped from Haruhime's lips, and noticing this, she quickly covered her mouth with both hands.
"Could you let me hear your voice?"
"No, I don't want to... Stop... Please..."
He grabbed both of Haruhime's wrists and restrained her by pressing her down onto the tatami mat.
Having lost all restraint, a gradually increasing, heated moan began to escape from between Haruhime's lips.
"Why...how did this happen...Lord Bizen-no-kami..."
Haruhime looked like she was about to cry as she pleaded with me.
"It's weird, it's weird...it's no good...!"
"What's so strange...?"
I left plenty of hickeys on her neck, then leaned in and asked, looking into Haruhime's face.
Her beauty is not sensual, but rather tinged with anxiety.
"Um... Lord Bizen-no-kami, you... will hold me in your arms, won't you?"
"Yes, that's the plan."
"Then why don't you just insert your penis into my vagina in the normal way?"
—That's such a powerful line, it's like it hit me right in the head.
"Y-you... what have you done..."
"But normally! Normally, you'd get naked, put saliva on your penis, and then immediately insert it into your vagina, wouldn't you...?"塗Mabu
For Haruhime, that was "normal sex."
For her, who was abused and violated in a male-centered manner at the Saito household, "normal" was...
When I silently shook my head vigorously, Princess Chihime lowered her head with a sad expression.
Even she understands. She knows that the situation she was in was abnormal.
That's probably why the question ended up sounding anticlimactic.
My own common sense might not be common sense at all—especially when it comes to sex.
"Osamu..."
"..."
Even so, the shock must have been immense.
Haruhime just stared at me blankly.
Once again, she is confronted with the horrific past that the Saito family had inflicted upon her.
Faced with that, Princess Osamu was left speechless.
But I can't stop there.
He kissed Princess Haruhime again and whispered clearly in her ear.
"I love you."
Her body tensed up in shock.
"And you also told me that you love me too."
I smiled at her and spoke to her firmly.
"Then what we are about to do is a sacred act between two people who love each other. Something that only Osamu and I can do, something just for the two of us—"
"...Lord Bizen-no-kami"
And indeed, Princess Osamu looked at me and, though awkwardly, smiled at me.
"Is it really alright for me... for someone as ignorant and foolish as me?"
"Of course it's good."
As I stroked Haruhime's head, I finally reached out and touched her from the neck down for the first time.
He grasped Haruhime's soft, plump, and bouncy breasts and slowly kneaded them, savoring their texture.
Meanwhile, I pressed my lips against Haruhime's and began a long, passionate deep kiss.
"Ah... no, no... stop... ahhh..."
Perhaps some internal change occurred.
Having learned that the sexual acts she knew were not normal, she is now in a state of complete confusion, no longer knowing what is right or wrong when it comes to sex.
Giving her sexual instruction is no exaggeration; it's like adjusting the pitch of a musical instrument.調律tuning
I will restore the strings that have been damaged by the curse of Tatsuo Saito, and reshape the instrument to suit me as a performer.
"No... stop... that's making me feel all tingly... it's making me feel weird..."
When I roll her nipples between my saliva-covered fingertips and caress the curve of her waist with my other hand, Chihime writhes, trying to escape the tantalizing sexual sensations I'm giving her.
Her body, being only partially developed, is still an unknown quantity to me, and it seems I'll need to proceed with tuning it through trial and error.
(I can't do anything too weird today...)
Now that I think about it, because I've been having such intense sexual encounters with Ichihime, I feel like I've only been doing slightly perverse things lately.
If Ichihime's standards were applied to her actions with Osamuhime, she would be instantly thrown into confusion.
As I watched Chihime's body tremble from the stimulation of her nipples, I felt a sense of innocence and whispered softly in her ear.
"It's alright, don't worry. These are my hands. No one else's, they're mine—"
"Lord Bizen..."
Unable to bear it any longer, Haruhime hugged me.
I stripped off my underwear and, as she desired, I kissed her, while simultaneously stroking her thighs with both hands.
Its firm, taut texture is reminiscent of the finest, most exquisite silk.
It had a different texture than the breasts pressed against my chest, and I never got tired of touching it.
"Eh... Lord Bizen-no-kami... Ah... No way..."
But unlike me, who was enjoying the female body, Haruhime seemed to be in no mood for that.
Her body trembled, and she cautiously glanced at my lower abdomen, letting out a cute little shriek.
"Wh...what is this...?"
"What do you mean...? It's mine, obviously."男根What
As Princess Osamu began to tremble, she looked in the direction of our Big Sun, which had completely swelled up.
My son stands tall and imposing, almost as if accompanied by a "boom!" sound effect.
If you thrust it in front of her face—her magnificent appearance will completely captivate Princess Osamu.
"N-no way... I'm lying..."
"It's not a lie, it's real."
Haruhime opens her mouth and slightly extends her tongue to receive the penis into her mouth.
But I decided to consciously ignore it.
Her movements were very natural, almost reflexive.
"Mmm... slurp... ah... Lord Bizen-no-kami..."
I immediately pulled back and inserted my tongue into the wide-open mouth of Haruhime.
At first she looked surprised, but soon she closed her eyes blissfully and accepted my oral caresses.
As we continued kissing, I ran my hand over her breasts again, which exuded a sensual allure like that of a married woman.
I leaned over the small-bodied Chihime, pressed my lips against hers, and gently massaged her moist, sweat-soaked breasts—and soon she began to lick my tongue in return.
It wasn't forced or indoctrinated; it was spontaneous.
Haruhime, of her own volition, tried her best to follow the movements of my tongue—and began a lewd game of tag inside her mouth.
I felt a sense of joy, and I began to stroke and massage Princess Chihime's body with even greater care.
"Ahhh... mmm... ahhh..."
With saliva drooling from the corners of her mouth, she wrapped her arms around my neck and passionately engaged in a deep kiss.
It was as if it were a greedy, passionate attempt to reclaim something that had been lost.
"...You seem quite enthusiastic about this."
I pulled my lips away from her alluring lips, took a breath, and kissed .囁Sasaya
Then, with her arms still wrapped around my neck, Princess Chihime, writhing in shame, whispered:
"Th-that's because... Lord Bizen-no-kami..."
"What about me...?"
When I lightly kissed Haruhime's plump lips, she—
"He was my first man... so it was the first time I ever kissed someone..."
—She said, with a look of both tears and laughter on her face.
A surge of intense emotion, threatening to burst forth from deep within my chest, overwhelms me.
"Oh, I see..."
"yes..."
As I became flustered and embarrassed, Princess Chihime smiled at me, tears streaming down her face.
I will never forget this face.
"Ah—Bi-Bizen-no-kami, sama..."
Even as our lips met, Chihime sensed my hand slipping between her legs and whispered my name.
I gently stroked her slender lower abdomen with my palm while softly nibbling on her earlobe.
She probably never expected to be caressed in that area.
Haruhime shivered with sensuality, radiating sex appeal as she looked at me pleadingly.
"Let's not be so formal as to call him Osamu, Lord of Bizen..."
"Uh... ah... but, hyah..."
As my fingertips reached her pubic mound, Princess Chihime let out a small gasp—her face flushed with shame.
"Nagamasa or anyone else would be fine..."
"There's no way I could do something so... so presumptuous... ah...!"
Perhaps aroused by the repeated kisses, Princess Chihime's body was completely consumed with sexual heat, and her vulva was thoroughly moistened.絆Hoda
As I enjoyed the hot sensation on my fingertips, I deliberately traced my fingers along the soft, plump mound rather than the cleft, but Princess Chihime shook her head in refusal.
"No, no... Please stop, please stop..."
"Why...?"
I whispered in Haruhime's ear while moving my fingertips.
"I had such high hopes, but...?"
"Ah, no...no...! With your fingers, with your fingers...ahh...don't open it, no..."
Using his index and ring fingers, he gently parted her pubic mound, and then, placing his middle finger on the exposed flesh, he slowly stroked it up and down, causing Haruhime's hips to tremble.
Licking her down from her neck to her collarbone, and licking her soft, supple flesh all over, her back arches dramatically, and her magnificent, large breasts—quite impressive for a woman of this era—shake and protrude.
"Please stop, please stop, Lord Bizen-no-kami...!"
"I won't stop you. Not as long as you call me that."
"Ah... hyah, kyaa... oh, please, please... have mercy...!"
As I licked and rolled his nipples, sucking them while lightly stimulating them with my front teeth, Tenka's hips trembled uncontrollably, and he wrapped his arms around my stomach as if to embrace me.穎才Eisai
"No... no... why, why are you doing this...! Why won't you be rough with me? Oh, no, no... I'll break, I'll break...! If you're so gentle, no...! Please, please be rough, be rough with me...! My lord! Please, please...!"
With her hair disheveled and in a state of extreme disarray, Princess Osamu pleaded with me.
Having repeatedly experienced horrific sexual encounters, she had probably never been subjected to such gentle and careful foreplay before.
And perhaps, having become too accustomed to rough sex, they have become sensitive to a type of sex they have never experienced before—slow, gentle sex.
"Well, if you're going to call me 'you' from now on—I might consider it."
"Oh... my lord! Please, please...! Don't be any kinder than this...! I'll really break...!"
I think it's usually the other way around...
With those thoughts in mind, I shifted my body, making Haruhime raise her knees and spread her legs into an M-shape.
With her face completely flushed and breathing heavily, Chihime biting her hair, and I was momentarily captivated by her expression.
Her breasts bounce violently up and down, their two soft flesh trembling as they move, their hardened nipples swaying at the tips.
And her honey pot, which had completely melted under my fingertips, was dripping wet and oozing with love juice one after another.
With my big penis erect place my hands on her knees, which are bent in an M-shape.熱Iki
"Bizen-no-kami... no, uh, sir..."
With a look of both shame and anxiety on her face, Haruhime glanced back and forth between Big Sun and me.
Yet, the fact that she still tries to accept me so readily—is it because of her dark past, where she was forced into obedience through violence, or is it because of her trust in me and her affection for me?
"It's okay, just trust me and follow me. That's all."
"a--"
As I pressed my lips to hers and gently grasped the fingers that had been thrusting into the tatami mat, Princess Haruhime nodded, looking genuinely relieved.
I skillfully moved only my hips, using Big Sun to search for the entrance to Princess Osamu.
The reason I've become capable of such feats is because I've been having sex with Ichihime multiple times almost every day—but let's leave that aside for now.
The person standing before me is not Ichihime, but Haruhime, and she is the one I must love.
A wet, squelching sound was heard as my penis and Haruhime's luscious cleft touched.
"I'm putting it in, Osamu."
"Y-yes... sir..."
Holding hands with Haruhime and kissing her lips, I slowly thrust my hips forward.
I was concerned that it lacked moisture compared to Ichihime's, but I had no choice but to accept it as individual differences.
"Ah, mmm..."
A warm, sorrowful sigh escapes from Haruhime's lips, entering my mouth and being drawn into my lungs.
Her vagina was rough inside, like a softened cat's tongue.
Countless walls of flesh wriggle and wrap around my glans and shaft.
"Ahhh... No, this is... too big... It's... too big... Your lord, this won't fit--"
Haruhime pulled her lips away from mine and pleaded with me to say that—
"--ah"
Without hesitation, I slid my Big Sun into her narrow vaginal opening in one swift motion, mercilessly and without restraint.
Haruhime's body stiffened, and she began to tremble violently, especially around her hips.
Her pupils dilated, and a small, seemingly meaningless word escaped from her half-open lips.
"Ah... you, sir..."
Having accepted my unusually large genitals, Haruhime calls out to me in a trembling voice.
As if drawn in by his voice, their lips met and their tongues intertwined—and then, Princess Haruhime closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down her cheek.
I don't know what that means.
I simply hope that she will find happiness from now on.
"Osamu..."
"Ah... uh. It... hurts... sir... this is the first time I've ever had something this big..."
"I see..."
I released her hand and gently stroked her head.
She endured the pain as if she had lost her virginity, yet still managed to smile at me—and I was enveloped in an indescribable feeling of happiness.
—I hope she feels the same way I do.
With that wish in mind, I slowly began to move my hips.